Monday, August 27, 2007

Let the 2nd Trimester begin!

The first thing that anybody asks when I mention I'm pregnant is "When are you due?" And that question is almost always followed by "Have you been sick?" Amazingly, the answer to #2 is "Nope - not yet." And I seriously hope that it stays that way!

I have been really lucky not to have any of the horrible morning sickness that friends have suffered through. One friend described rolling on the floor crying, "Why does this baby hate me?!" Another has nicknamed her in-utero baby "Zofran" for the anti-nausea medication that she's taking. (I think that Torquil & Zofran are going to be great friends!!) So I feel kinda guilty saying, "Well, this indigestion & heartburn are really a pain." And they are - I mean, who wants to have indigestion? But I've discovered that me & Tums get along well, so I pop 'em when I need them like they were Smarties candy... if only they came in one of those crinkly cellophane rolls, I could pretend much better.

But I'm officially entering the second trimester (HOLY COW - I'm already 1/3 of the way there?!) and I'm supposed to start feeling great. The books say that the fatigue & nausea are going to start wearing off and that I'll be sailing through the next couple of months. That is until I get huge and my feet swell and my back aches and Torquil starts kicking every internal organ I have... but I digress. I'm feeling good, doc says the baby's feeling good, and I'm hoping that things only get better from here. Bring on trimester #2!

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

So you've heard the news...

...I'm pregnant!

Not sure I ever thought the day would really come, but ready or not, Torquil's on the way.

Torquil, you ask? What the heck kinda crazy name is that? Not one we're going to permanently name this baby, I assure you! Torquil Shaw is the name of my dad's great grandfather, who immigrated from the Isle of Jura off the coast of Scotland to Fayetteville, NC. Last summer, we traveled to Scotland with my folks to visit the Isle of Jura and see where Torquil & his lovely wife Annie lived prior to their great journey to America. Beautiful place - very remote and isolated, but incredibly beautiful in the foggy, drizzly Scottish way. Anyway, we thought that Torquil would be hilarious as a baby name, though not one we would really want our child to be stuck with for life. So until we come to agree on a real name, Torquil it is. And so comes the name of the blog...

A quick Google search reveals that the origins of the name "Torquil" are Scottish/Gaelic and that it means "Thor's Helmet" or "Thor's kettle." (So Thor is using his helmet as a kettle?!) It's described as a "very rare male first name" (well, duh) that hasn't broken the top 1000 in the US top baby names. Ever. Maybe it's actually got potential after all ... as one of countless Jen/Jenny/Jennifers growing up, I wished for a slightly more unique name. But probably not that unique.

We're hoping that Torquil will make his/her big entrance on February 29, 2008. Although my official due date (and that of lots of other people, apparently!) is Feb. 28, I think a leap day birthday would be incredibly cool. And easy to remember. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.